The one who spoke was a young man. He glanced at Gu Dehao's shoulder and waist injuries, his eyes showed worry, but he jestingly smiled, "Since we saw the Short Country people didn't catch up, we have nothing to do; we thought about catching some live creatures for nibbling."
Gu Dehao understood that the other party was concerned about his health, worried that he might not be able to hold on.
"No way!"
He resolutely refused to allow anyone to act alone.
The danger of Death Valley is extremely significant, even professional research personnel cannot fully comprehend it, let alone rough fighters like them.
"Woo... Woo Woo!!!"
"Ao ao... Ao!!!"
"Roar roar roar—"
Suddenly, the roaring of beasts erupted, the sound was very close, right behind the group.
Though Gu Dehao and his group were on full alert, hearing such a dense roar of beasts startled them.
The young man looked towards the direction of the sound's origin.
That one glance made his scalp tingle.
